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1933 Class Motto 


Williamsburg High School 

David Packard '33 

Marjorie Damon '34 Chester King '34 

Lawson Clark '33 


Norman Graves '34 George Rustemeyer '33 


Harriet Dodge '33 
Juvv Black '33 
George Demetriou '33 

Richard Burke '33 

Mari Wells '33 

Gladys Irwin '33 


Editorial .... 


Senior Class 


Class Roll 


Address of Welcome 


Class History . 


Class Prophecy 


Prophecy on Prophet . 

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Last Will and Testament- 


Tree Planting Song 


Grinds .... 


Alumni Notes 


Class of 1934 . 


Class of 1935 . 


Class of 1936 . 


Literary .... 

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We Should Like to See 


Song Hits 


Debating Society . 




Public Speaking Contest 


Washington Trip 


New York Trip 


Basketball . . . . 




Girls' Athletics 






Courage is a characteristic that is 
needed every day of our lives. Some 
people think that it is needed only on 
the battlefield. But it is necessary at all 

We need courage to make decisions 
that we know we ought to make but are 
afraid to. Those who do make such de- 
cisions are recognized as loyal and 

Life is hard at times and we must have 
courage to make the best of it. We must 
be strong against temptation, slow to 
grow angry and patient when everything 
seems to be against us. 

Perhaps we haven't felt heroic; per- 
haps we haven't performed any great 
deeds ot valor. But if we have lived 
through great moments of moral courage, 
we are no less courageous than those who 
have done heroic deeds. Remember that 
with true courage goes modesty — never 

—David Packard 


Next to our parents are our friends. 
Life would not be very happy unless we 
had friends in this world, those who 
stand beside you through sorrow and joy, 
through shame and poverty. 

Let us think of this world as a great 
island far out on the sea. We, the in- 
habitants of the island, have been tossed 
here from a shipwreck. The ships are 
shattered and useless and all provisions 
have been lost at sea. We are all equal, 
no one i-. better than the other. Each 
must do his share of the work. If we do 
not cooperate and pull together cheer- 
fully and in a friendly way it cannot be 
done successfully. What a wonderful 
world this would be if individuals and 
nations would cooperate in this way. 

A dog is a good example of a true 
friend. If you become his friend once, he 
will never forget you. He will always be 
near you and will fight to save you from 
harm. When all other friends have for- 
saken you, turn to your faithful friend, 
the dog, who thinks no one above you 
and is glad to take you back into his 
warm heart. 

God made us all alike. Why can't we 
all be friends? 

— Mariorie Dawo>/ 


Sportsmanship is something that is 
natural in some people and may be 
gained by others who do not have it. I 
once knew a boy who was a great ath- 
lete, considering his age and size. In the 
town in which he lived he could beat al- 
most anyone in tennis and swimming, 
and he was a great baseball and football 
star. When he was winning, everything 
was fine but when the going was hard 
and he was losing, he would be willing to 
cheat and use questionable means of 
winning. At first he did it only a little, 
but when he found it was so easy he did 
it more and more. 

One day he won a tennis match by 
calling shots that were close to the line, 
out. A man on the sidelines saw what 
he was doing and felt sorry that such a 
fine athlete should stoop to such means 
of winning. After the match the man 
took this boy aside and showed him that 
if he did this sort of thing now, when he 
went into business he would do the same 
thing. The boy did not like to be spoken 
to in such a manner, but later saw his 
mistake ami changed his ways. This is 
just to show that many great lives are 
made worthless because of the lack of 

—Chester King 


The Senior Class 



George Judd 

Richard Burke 

Ethel Mosher 

David Packard 



Basketball /, 2, 3, 4. Vice-President /, Speaking Con- 
test /, 2, 4. Vice-President Girls' A. A. 3. President 
Girls' A. A. 4. Class Will. 

She's a good all around sport who will be missed on 
the school bus next year. We greatly appreciate her 
cooperation during the two musical comedies. 



President 1. Vice-President 3, 4. Baseball 1, 2, 3, 4. 
Class Play /, 2, 4. Basketball 3. Assistant Business 
Manager Tattler 3. Executive Committee Debating 
Society 3. Manager Baseball and Basketball 3. Class 
Prophecy 4. President A. A. 4. Associate Editor 
Tattler 4. Captain Basketball 4. 

We hear Dick has become interested in the Chinese 
laundry business. We think it's Ching Lee's or Soon 
Lee's laundry, but Dick doesn't think so. 



Speaking Contest 2, 4. Business Manager Tattler 4. 
Class Play 2, 4. 

We heard Jerry turned down Paul Revere so that 
he could go up and see Pauline. Without his untiring 
efforts as business manager of the Tattler it would not 
have been such a success. 


Associate Editor Tattler 4. Baseball 4. 

George has been interested in Spencer's " Fairie 
Queen" since his return tro'm New York. Is it the 
author or the book that you are interested in? He is 
still wondering about the disappearance ot those two 
soft, comfortable davenport couches from the boat. 


Vice-President 2. Class Play f, 2. First Prize W.C 
T.U. Essay 4. Class History. Pro Merito. 

We congratulate her on her excellent record during 
her four years in W.H.S. She also is keeping up 
Chesterfield's standard and reputation for high scholar- 
ship. May she continue the good work. 


Class Play 2, 4. Basketball 2. 

She gained much popularity with the Bekhertown 
gentlemen on the New York trip. Is it right Mary 
that you were escorted by different ones at different 



Class Play 4. 

Although he was welcomed into our class in our 
Senior year, he has been very popular with the high 
school students. He is very fond of music, especially 
fond of George Field's accompanying so that he may 
croon harmoniouslv. 


Baseball /, 2, 3, 4. Basketball /, j>, 4. Captain 
Basketball 4. Associate Editor Tattler 3. Class Plav 4. 

Prophecy on Prophet. 

George has been a loyal supporter of athletics for 
four years and an outstanding player. He will leave 
a vacancy in the Athletic Association which will be 
hard to fill, as he seemed to be the "jack of all trades." 


Class Play /, 2, 4. 

We have heard very little about Catherine's future, 
but judging from the "Spanish Moon" she'd make a 
good candy girl and Spanish lady. 



Basketball j, 4. Baseball 3, 4. Class Play 4. Prize 
Speaking 2. President 3. Pro Merito. Class Grinds. 

Fred is one ot our Pro Merito's and we are proud 
to say so. He has been getting air-minded lately. He 
is concentrating on some aerial contraption which will 
help him reach Mountain Street more quicklv and 
safely. We wish him luck and lots of it! 



Class Play I. Ticket Manager Class Plays 4. 

Madeline has never been interested in the young 
men, but since her acquaintance with a certain man, 
she came back to Burgy and started a new life. What's 
the reason, though? 



Class Play /, 2, 3, 4. Associate Editor Tattler 4. 
Pro Merita. 

Were you sure, Glad, you were at the right hotel, 
at the right dance, and at the right time one night in 


President 2, 4. Interscholastic Debating j, 4. Presi- 
dent Debating Society 4. Baseball j, 4. Basketball 4. 
Associate Editor Tattler 3. Class Play 4. Address 0/ 
Welcome. Presentation of Class Gift. National Forensic 

George's contribution to the Debating Society, both 
as president and as a debater, has been very much 
appreciated. We understand that he gets more mileage 
by using Tetra "Ethel" gas. 


Class Play /, 2. Interscholastic Debating 3, 4. Vice- 
President of Debating Society 4. 

Louise is one of the quiet members of the class, who 
always spends most of her time with Good(hue) people. 
She proves that to us every day. 



Basketball f, 2, J, 4. Class Play /, 2, 4. Speak- 
ing Contest /, 2, 4. 

Jean was afraid to stroll around the decks on the 
boat at night, so she hired herself a young Man(cuso) 
to act as her body guard, which she greatly enjoyed. 


Basketball /, 2, J, 4. Class Play /, 2, 4. Captain 
Basketball j. Pro Merito. 

We don't know whether Ruth will be a Latin or a 
History teacher for she seems to feel qualified for both. 
We wish her success in whatever she undertakes. 



Secretary 3, 4. Class Play 2, 4. Inter scholastic De- 
bating 3, 4. National Forensic League. Class Oration. 
Pro Merito. Executive Committee Debating Society 4. 

Ethel is our veteran orator, to say nothing of being 
a debater. She will, no doubt, become one of the best 
public speakers, Jud(d)ging from her experience in 
Burgy High. 


Class Play 2, 4. 

We wonder if Magdalene realized what a bill she 
must have run up tor the Hotel Harrington while in 
Washington, by taking a bath three times a dav. We 
wonder if she got mixed up with the rule "Brush your 
teeth three times a dav"? 




Class Play /, 4. Treasurer 3, 4. Editor-in-chief 
Tattler 4. Baseball 4. Farewell Address. Manager 
Baseball 4. Pro Merito. 

Dave is the last of the Goshen trio of our class. He 
has kept the class wide awake recently with his witty 
remarks, especially in Mr. Tetro's classes. He has 
also done his utmost as Editor-in-Chief of the Tattler 
to make it a success. 


Secretary /, 2. Class Play /, 2. Secretary and Trea- 
surer Debating Society 4. Pro Merito. 

We suggest that Rowena take the climate, and all 
the food she intends to eat the next time she goes to 
Washington, so as to prevent a tiny pimple from up- 
setting her. She is also keeping up Chesterfield's 
reputation for high scholarship. Congratulations! 


Class Play /, j\ 4. Manager Basketball 4. Treasurer 
/, 2. Assistant Business Manager Tattler 4. 

The Hcatih) seemed to get the best of Rusty while 
viewing the high waters of the Mt. Tom flood. It 

Blancheul) his face quite a little. 


Class Play 4. 

John is the good old chap who is always seen but 
seldom heard. His chiet aim is to get through school 
and then become a salesman. 


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Class Play /, 2. Basketball I . 

We greatly appreciate Helen's cooperation during 
the two musical comedies. Judging from her artistic 
ability she may, in time, become a second Murillo. 
We wish her luck! 


Basketball 4. Class Play 4. 

Although Ruth joined us in her Junior year she has 
found herself a home in W.H.S. She is very enthusi- 
astic over Johnny Marvin. And, boy, can she play 
that guitar! 


Basketball j, 4. Baseball 3, 4. Class Play 2, 4. 

We hope that the next time 'Tarzan" goes to 
Washington, he will not think that the eight-inch 
board around the polo grounds is simply there to 
keep the crowd away. His witty remarks are much 
enioyed, but he should be careful where he springs 


Basketball /, 2, 3, 4. Class Play /, ?, 4. Treasurer 
Girls' A. A. 4. Captain Basketball 4. 

Mari likes the song "Rock A Bye Moon'" and its 
parody created in W.H.S. We wonder why? She has 
a great liking for driving Chrysler cars. Does Ed 
know it? 




*Harriet Dodge 


Juvy Black. 

Richard Bi rke 
Lawson Clark 

Class Roll 

George Demetriou 
Mary Dunn 

Frederick Fairbanks 
George Field 
Catherine Grace 

*Frederick Goodhue 
Madeline Holloway 

*Gladys Irwin- 
George Jldd 
Louise Kellogg 

Jean Merritt 
*Ethel Mosher 

Magdalene Nietsche 
*David Packard 

George Rustemeyer 

John Shaw 

Helen Smiley 

Ruth Stanton 

Elmer Thayer 

Mari Wells 


A . Iress of Welcome 

Class History . 

Class Prophecy 

Prophecv on the Prophet 

Class Will 

Class Grinds 

Tree Planting Song 

Class Night 

George Jldd 

Harriei Dodge 

Richard Burke 

George Field 

Juvy Black 

Frederick Goodhue 

Harriet Dodge 

Class Oration . 
Farewell Address 

Graduation Night 

Ethel Mosher 
David Packard 

Address of Welcome 

Parents, Teachers, and Friends: 

The Class of 1933 welcomes you all to 
our class night exercises. And as we wel- 
come you, we wish to thank, each and 
everyone of yon who have helped to 
make our tour years ot high school a 
possibility and a pleasure. 

To you our parents — we are thankful 
for the privilege of being allowed to go 
to high school, and the sacrifices that you 
have made in time and money to keep 
us here. 

To you our teachers — we extend our 
appreciation for your patience and hard 
work spent in teaching us what we know 
today and in showing us how to get the 
most out of the future. The last tour 
vears of schooling have been full of 

achievement and have been made that 
way by your skill and sympathy. 

To you our triends — we are grateful 
for your cooperation in making our New 
York and Washington trips possible. We 
were a large class and the times were 
very hard, but in spite ot all these things 
our triends stood with us and we rode to 
victory. It is such conditions as these 
through which the Senior Class has 
passed that show who our true friends 
are, and we found that we had many. 

With gratitude in our hearts, it is our 

sincerest wish that everyone tonight may 

enjoy every minute of the program and 

in behalf of the Class of '33, I say, 

"Welcome to our Commencement." 



Class History 

One sunny day in September, 1929, a 
rather shy, self-conscious group of young- 
sters who were to be the class of '33 
appeared to enroll at W.H.S. To be sure, 
we weren't just certain what we were 
supposed to do, but we managed to get 
into the right room after a while. After 
giving our names and family history we 
were excused and spent the rest of the 
day amusing ourselves, but when we re- 
turn 2d next day we found out that our 
teachers, Miss Dunphy, Mrs. Warner, 
Miss Burke, and Mr. Wilder were deter- 
mined to keep us busy. By the end of a 
couple of days we were able to tell who 
were our own class mates and who were 
our dignified seniors. We found that 
there were twenty-six of us. Not many 
days passed before we began to hear 
rumors of a grand and awful time when 
we were all to be tortured or scared into 
submission. At last the great night came 
for the Freshman Reception, but it 
wasn't nearly as bad as we had hoped! 
We managed to weather this first year of 
our high school life, gradually becoming 
accustomed to the traditions of the 
school. We felt very honored when Juvy 
Black, although a Freshman, came in 
second at the prize speaking contest given 
here at school, and prouder still when she 
represented us at the interscholastic 
contest in Hatfield. Our officers tor this 
vear were: President, Dick Burke; Vice- 
President, Juvy Black; Secretary, Ro- 
wena Pittsinger, and Treasurer, George 
Rustemeyer. About the only time we had 
a class meeting was when George Ruste- 
meyer invited us all to a party at his 
house. All those of us who went had a 
good time. 

The next year we were more accus- 
tomed to the run of things so we didn't 
need the Senior president to help us elect 
our class officers who were: President, 
George Judd; Vice-President, Harriet 
Dodge; Secretary, Rowena Pittsinger, 
and Treasurer, George Rustemeyer. We 
found that there had been a change in 
our faculty and that Mr. Bergan was 
taking Mr. Wilder's place. Our studies 
were more than enough to keep us busy 
this year, especially those of us who went 

out for basketball. When the Freshman 
Reception came this time, we partici- 
pated as torturers rather than tortured. 
Several members of our class had leading 
roles in the operetta "Belle of Bagdad" 
given tor the benefit of the Seniors. In 
the prize speaking contest held this year 
two of our members, Lawson Clark and 
Juvy Black, won first ami second places 

When, as Juniors, we moved into Miss 
Dunphy 's room and became members of 
the upper branch, we began to feel rather 
important. Now we were of the experi- 
enced and could look with disdain at the 
poor little "greenies" below us. Our 
Board of Directors for this year were 
President, Fred Goodhue; Vice-President, 
Dick Burke; Secretary, F.thel Mosher, 
and Treasurer, Dave Packard. There 
were three new members on our staff of 
teachers this year, Miss fisher, Mr. 
foster, and Mr. Stene. Mr. Bergan and 
Miss Burke had left us. Under Mrs. 
Warner's coaching some of us began to 
try our skill at debating, with not such 
bad results, F.thel Mosher, Louise Kel- 
logg and George Judd, making the inter- 
scholastic team. With the consent of the 
Seniors, we were allowed one money 
making scheme during the year. We had 
a food sale which didn't turn out quite 
as well as we had hoped, but which 
helped some. In the spring when the 
Tattler staff was elected some of our 
numbers — Dick Burke, bred Goodhue, 
Harriet Dodge, Juvy Black, George 
Field, and George Judd — were chosen for 
office. In May we gave the Junior-Senior 
Prom. It was a great success and, con- 
trary to custom, we made money on it. 

During the summer we began in 
earnest to raise money tor our Washing- 
ton trip. The Chesterfield and Goshen 
members of the class gave movies and 
dances in their respective towns and 
those in Williamsburg and Haydenville 
had a lecture and musical and a food 
sale. Later in the year the mothers of the 
Seniors gave a whist party which helped 
a great deal. 

September once more, and now we 
were Seniors, with the daily bulletin 


"Senior Meeting 12:40" applying to us. 
Of course our big job — aside from study- 
ing — this year, was to raise enough money 
to go to Washington, and the leaders we 
chose for this undertaking were: Presi- 
dent, George Judd; Vice-President, Dick 
Burke; Secretary, Ethel Mosher, and 
Treasurer, Dave Packard. Two new 
teachers. Miss Walsh and Mr. Cooney, 
took Miss Fisher's and Mr. Stene's 
places. Later on we had another change 
and Mr. Tetro took the place of Mr. 
Cooney who had resigned. All during the 
vear we have been busy earning money 
to go to Washington. Some in our class 
who voted not to go were not obliged to 
work, but helped us a great deal never- 
theless. In the fall we had a dog roast 
in Goshen. We didn't make much money 
but we all had a good time. Later our 
class gave a Hallowe'en party and in- 
vited all the other classes. This was fun, 
too, for we played games and danced 
afterwards. Later, the Redpath put on 


a series of four entertainments for us, 
and during the winter and spring we gave 
two J. B. Rogers Productions — "Spanish 
Moon" and "Minstrel Chuckles," under 
the direction ot Mr. Copp. We are much 
indebted to those outsiders who helped 
us put these over. When at last it came 
time to make final arrangements for our 
trip, some of the class preferred to take a 
shorter one and decided to go to New 
York. We all feel that these trips were 
surely worth the effort it took. Now we 
are about to start on our journey into the 
world. Although some members of our 
class have dropped out during the four 
years, others have taken their places so 
that we are graduating twenty-six, as we 

When we sat as Freshmen and listened 
to the Seniors doing what we are doing 
tonight, we rather envied them, but now 
. . . perhaps you know how we feel. 

— Harriet Dodge 

Class Prophecy 

Mr. President and Friends: 

This is the year 1948 and I have just 
finished a letter which I should like to 
read to you. 

Chamberlain cv Chamberlain 
(General Importers 


June 20, 1948 
Dear Norman: 

I am just back from a trip to the 
States and I know that you will be so 
glad to hear about our old friends in 
Williamsburg that I am writing to you 
at my first opportunity. 

The first morning after I reached 
Williamsburg, I visited Burgy High. The 
first room that I entered was the Lab 
which had changed a great ileal in fifteen 
years. A group of students were stand- 
ing around a television receiver. To my 
great surprise I found myself watching 
and listening to my old schoolmate 
I wson Clark. Lawson was introduced 

by the Governor of the State as the new 
Commissioner of Agriculture. From the 
Governor's introduction I was convinced 
that Lawson had been a great success in 
his chosen field. 

As I left the Lab, I nearly ran into 
Elmer Thaver who told me he had re- 
turned to Searsville tor a short vacation 
after a very strenuous vaudeville season, 
during which he had been manager of a 
group of wrestlers including 'Tarzan 
Brown," champion of the world. 

Elmer told me that a week before he 
had learned that George Field was in 
the New York office of the Coast Guard. 
George had enlisted immediately after 
graduation and had advanced continu- 
ously until now he was Lieutenant Com- 
mander in complete charge of the New 
York office. 

After a week's visit at home, I left for 
New York in a stratosphere plane. We 
landed in Hartford to take on passengers. 
Who should come aboard but Ethel 



Mosher! Because of her natural mo- 
desty, I had a hard struggle to find out 
what she had done after leaving Burgy 
High, but I finally learned that she was 
head coach of debating at Columbia 
University and that she had coached a 
team of United States champions to 
victory in the international contest at 
Geneva, Switzerland. 

Upon landing in New York, we walked 
to the administration building of the 
airport. While waiting for the bus, we 
decided to inspect the building. At the 
head of the main corridor I noticed a 
door on which was painted "Mr. Good- 
hue, General Manager." We walked in 
and found the Fred we knew in High 
School days, seated at a great mahogany 
desk. Fred soon explained to us his 
position as manager of the Eastern 
division of the Ocean-to-Ocean Trans- 
port Company. Fred invited us out to 
his home in the Bronx. Ethel declined 
because of a previous engagement, but 
Fred and I quickly rlew in his little 
family plane to his estate in the beautiful 
Bronx. Upon entering the house 1 was 
not surprised to find his wife to be 
Louise Kellogg, my old classmate. 

Louise turned on the combination 
radio-television set and, to my astonish- 
ment I recognized the speaker to be 
Juvv Black who was reading an original 
poem. Louise told me Juvy was in 
charge of the poetry section of the New 
York Times and that her poetry hour 
was one of the most popular. 

After a pleasant evening at the Good- 
hues, I flew in the morning to Detroit. 
I had often heard of the great General 
Motors laboratories there and I decided 
to visit them. In the first building I 
found a thickset individual seated at a 
bench, very interested in a group of 
drawings. My surprise was indescribable 
when I found this bald-headed individual 
was Dave Packard. We talked of high 
school days and Dave told me he had 
just invented a device to keep reckless 
drivers in the road. 

Then he told me he had a surprise for 
me and took me to an office building 
across the street. There we found Helen 
Smiley who was the head of the account- 
ing department of the Nash Motors Inc. 

During our conversation, Helen told us 
that Ruth Stanton had been to see her 
the day before. Helen said that Ruth 
went to a business school after leaving 
Burgy and was now running one of her 
own in Chicago. 

We were having a fine time talking 
about our old Burgy gang when we heard 
a crash and then snouts. We all rushed 
out to the street where we found that a 
street car had crashed into an automo- 
bile. The ambulance arrived in a few 
moments, and two attendants and a 
doctor stepped hurriedly to the wrecked 
vehicle. Something about the doctor 
looked familiar. Upon going nearer we 
found him to be George Demetriou. 
Doctor Demetriou attended the patients 
who were only slightly injured and then 
turned to talk to us. George told us that 
he had attended Harvard Medical School 
and was now practicing in a Detroit 

Having completed my business in 
Detroit, I left in a great air liner, en 
route for New York. As I rode along I 
noticed an advertisement in the paper 
telling of a violin recital which was to be 
given at the Radio City Music Hall. I 
ordered a reserved seat by radio-phone 
for the opening performance. After hav- 
ing dinner at my hotel, I went to the 
Music Hall. The artist was announced 
as Professor Judd. Could this possibly 
be the Juddy of high school days and the 
person whom we were always kidding 
about his violin? Sure enough, it was 
my old pal Rubinoff, as we often called 
him. His playing was marvelous! 

After the performance I went back 
stage and met George, who looked much 
the same as he did when in high school. 
He told me Mary Dunn was in charge 
of a chain of beauty shops in the great 
Radio City. We tried to find her but one 
of her assistants told us that she was 
vacationing in the South. 

George took me to his hotel. While we 
were waiting to be shown to our room, a 
prosperous looking man tripped over our 
baggage. He turned around and who 
should it be but John Shaw. Here was 
another member of the class of '33 and so 
we all three went up to Judd's room to 
talk over old times together. 



As John was a traveling accountant for 
the Pennsylvania Railroad, his work took 
him far and wide. He told us that one 
day he met Rowena Pittsinger on the 
street in Philadelphia and Rowena told 
him that she and Gladys Irwin were 
joint owners of the Ladies Home 'Journal^ 
Rowena being in charge of the literary 
department and Gladys of the advertis- 
ing. We were all glad to hear of our old 
schoolmates and stayed up until the wee 
small hours of the morning talking of old 

In the morning I received an order to 
rlv down to Atlanta. As I boarded the 
fast plane I noticed that the pilot looked 
familiar. After the plane was in the air 
I walked up to the pilot's cabin to look 
over the instruments as this was a new 
type of plane. The familiar looking pilot 
was "Bio" Fairbanks who did not 
recognize me at first. It did not take 
long however, and we were soon gossip- 
ing like children. Fred said he was chief 
pilot for the Eastern Airways and was on 
an inspection trip of the southern route. 

As we rode together to Atlanta I 
asked him if he knew the whereabouts of 
any of our other old classmates. He told 
me that Harriet Dodge was head of the 
English department at Yassar and that 
Madeline Holloway was superintend- 
ent of nurses in the Surgical department 
of the Mercy Hospital at Washington, 
I). C. 

After landing at the airport I made my 
way out to the Coca-Cola Company's 
plant. I asked tor the head chemist as 
this person always tests our company's 
raw materials. To my great surprise it 
was a woman and this woman was Jean 
Merritt. She said that she majored in 
chemistry in college. I asked her what 
her sister, Ruth, was doing and I was 
surprised to learn that she had taken up 
library work, and was in charge of the 
historical documents at the Congresional 

Jean also told me that she had a letter 
from Magdalene Nietsche who was 
teaching in a New York school and had 
iust been promoted to the position of 

My samples having been tested at the 
Coca-Cola plant, I left by plane for 
Palm Beach, Florida, to seek orders at 
the great hotels there. While on the 
Boardwalk, who should I meet but 
Catherine (trace. "Kay" was now in 
charge of a large office of the Standard 
Brands Corporation. 1 was glad to hear 
of her success but I had to cut our meet- 
ing short as I had a conference with the 
New York executives of my company 
scheduled for the next morning. 

When I arrived at the New York office 
I found a letter from Mari Wells. 
Mari said that she had just learned that 
I was in the States and wished to hear 
from one of her old school mates. She 
said that she had attended business 
college after leaving Burgy and was now- 
private secretary to a senior member of 
the firm of J. P. Morgan. 

As I came out of the conference with 
the New York executives, I noticed a 
familiar name on the door of the Stand- 
ard Oil Company's office across the 
corridor. The name was G. K. Ruste- 
mever. Taking a chance on its being 
" Rusty," I gave my card to the secre- 
tary. I was admitted at once and George 
was delighted to see me. He said that 
he had worked his way up from the gas 
station in Burgy until the company con- 
sidered him one of its most valuable 

After leaving Rustemeyer, I went back 
to my hotel planning to spend a few days 
enjoying the city, but as I entered the 
lobby, I heard a bell hop paging Mr. 
Burke. I found that he had a cablegram 
calling me back to London. I packed 
and having telephoned for my reserva- 
tions, I went on board that night. As I 
sat on deck watching the lights of New 
York fading away, I thought how fortu- 
nate I had been to have heard about each 
member of the class of '33: 

This is a long letter, Norman, but as 
you sit at your desk I hope that it will 
bring back memories of your old pals at 
Burgy High. Write to me soon and tell 
me all about your lite down there. 

As ever yours, 




Prophecy on the Prophet 

Last summer, in the year 1950, my 
singing contract called for a business 
trip to the headquarters of the Radio 
Corporation of America in Los Angeles. 

Taking a tri-motored plane from 
Goshen, I soon reached my destination. 
Upon my arrival I went directly to my 
hotel where I was soon lost in a sound 
and unbroken sleep. 

Early the next morning I left for the 
business offices of the Radio Corporation. 
Arriving there I asked it I could see the 
president and was told very politely that 
I should have to wait for some time as 
he was very busy. At the end of two 
hours of patient waiting I was told that 
the president would see me for a tew 
minutes providing my business was im- 
portant. I succeeded in assuring them 
that it was extremely so and was allowed 
to enter. I stepped into the office and 
then had my first glimpse of the president 
whom I had heard so much about. 

A shock came over me. Something 
about him seemed vaguely familiar. 1 
had seen him before — but where? As I 
stood staring at him a wave of remem- 
brance suddenly swept over me. It had 
never occurred to me that the great 
R. Francis Burke, Jr., of international 
radio fame, could be my old high school 
pal "Dick," who in high school had al- 
ways been so studious and well behaved! 

At the same moment he recognized me 
and came forward, taking my hand in a 
vice-like grip and exclaiming, "George 
Field, what on earth are you doing here?" 

I told him and, although he could only 
give me a few moments then, he invited 
me out to dinner at his home and I readily 

As we drove up to his beautiful estate, 
situated on a hill overlooking the city, a 
motherly looking lady came out to greet 
us. Were my eyes deceiving me? No. 
They couldn't be at my age. It was Dot 
Lee who somehow always took such a 
liking to Dick during his high school 
days. We exchanged greetings and, as 
we started toward the house, three 
healthy looking youngsters, with arms 
outstretched, ran to meet their daddy. 
Dick made me acquainted with the 
younger members of the family and we 
entered the dining hall where a bounti- 
ful feast had been prepared. 

After dinner, Dick and I went into his 
den, where we talked for hours. He told 
me that he had gone directly into a 
branch of the R.C.A., beginning at the 
bottom. Although he was too modest to 
tell me so himself, I found out that his 
personality and his natural ability in 
work pertaining to the radio had won 
him recognition so that he had rapidly 
worked his way up to the office of presi- 
dent. He had then decided that Dot 
had waited long enough and, as a matter 
of course, he had got married. 

The next morning I took my leave 
and, as I was flying back to Goshen in 
the plane, thinking about Dick's success 
and happy married life, I decided that 
it was about time that I settled down 

Last Will and Testament 

Know all men by these presents that 
we, the class of 1933, of Helen E. James 
School in the Town of Williamsburg, 
County of Hampshire and Common- 
wealth of Massachusetts, being, as we 
believe of sound minds and memory, do 
make, publish, broadcast, and declare 
this to be the last Will and Testament of 

said class, or any member of said class 
at any time heretofore made. 

To the Juniors, we give the privilege 
of becoming next year's Seniors, to- 
gether with much courage, strength, and 
valor to help in solving our unfinished 

To the Sophomores, we bequeath the 


right to become ar's Juniors, and 

try to act accordingly ! 

T theFreshr e the privilege 

of becoming Sophomores, and we hope 
the rget the Golden Rule en- 

tirely in their treatment of the Freshmen. 

T the Faculty, : be equally divided 
among them, we leave an annuity of 
appreciation for the instruction rece: 
from them. 

To Mr. Warner, our janitor and pal, a 
louder motor for the lawn mower so 
tha- on't have to listen to the re- 

quests of the pupils tor the privilege of 
going up-street during noon hours. 

We do hereby make these bequests of 
personal property : 

First, and maybe as important as any- 
thing, Elmer Thayer's pajamas, which 
he left in the hotel in Washington, DC. 
to Norman Graves, because he ought to 
know Room 303 well enough to find them 
- year. 

Madrline Holloway's unused privilege 

of being out seven nights a week to 

Barbara Roberge. She would appreciate 

en unused nights to add to her seven 

already dated or. 

To Allen Bisbee, the lad who catches 
so many flies in class, we leave George 
I rld's uniform which belongs to the 
Florence Braves baseball team, hoping 
that it will inspire him to catch as many 
flies on the diamond as in class. 

The use ot the lonely, beautiful roads 
which Helen Smiley discovered on geology 
trips, we leave to Edward Murphy, even 
though there isn't going to be a geology 
course next year. Don't let the gr 
grow on them, Ed! 

Catherine Grace informed us that her 
lace evening gown is still wearable, and 
she wishes to leave it to Arabelle Knox 
providing she won't tear it when she 
takes in the necessary amount to make 
it fit her. 

To Florence Lloyd, John Shaw wills a 
little of his spare time in order that 
Florence may have time both to talk to 
the boys, and to play basketball next 

Mari Wells leaves her gentlemen friends 
any girl who can entertain them all. 
re warning you, girls, that there are 
a quantity of them. 

To Richard Field, George Demetriou 
wills his latest book, "How to Keep Still 
at the Wrong Time," hoping that Dick 
will use it to disadvantage. 

Jean and Ruth Merritt pass down to 
r dith their ability to arrive at school 
just as the second bell stops ringing! 

To Betty Webb, Magdalene Nietsche 
leaves a treatise on "How to Develop a 
Strong Voice" which she does not use, 
but thoroughly recommends, hoping that 
Betty will do the same. 

Dave Packard wills a muffler to Vardic 
Golash to keep him still in English els 
It will be just as good as new because 
Dave never used it. 

Louise Kellogg leaves to Marjorie 
Damon her ability to play tennis. We 
don't know exactly how big a help that 
will be, for Louise would never play on 
the school court. 

Ruth Stanton leaves her sneeze to 
Walter Golash. It can attract any- 
body's attention at anytime, Walter. 

George Judd's right to be a permanent 
chauffeur atter the debating season is 
over, we leave to Norman Graves — 
provided Nancy Sheehan is as agreeable 
at Ethel Mosher has been. 

Harriet Dodge leaves the right to 
atten.d the Saturday dances in the 
Chesterfield Hall to Esther Clark, if 
r -:her will promise to learn her Latin 
lesson before she goes — as she would 
have no time to learn it afterwards if 
she stays as late as Harriet does. 

To Mary Ellen Barr, we bequeath the 
curling iron which Rowena Pittsinger 
r used. 

To Richard Field, Fred Goodhue leaves 
the sole right to wait on Louise Mosher 

he has waited on Louise Kellogg. 

Gladys Irwin leaves Gertrude King the 
right to sit beside all the Washington 
bus drivers, provided she won't flirt 
with them so much that they forget that 
they are going somewhere. 

Richard Burke leaves to George Molli- 
son the task of nicknaming Chaucer's 
and Shakespeare's story characters. Just 
for a starter, George, Wiglaf is the 
" King's Sponge Boy." 

rge Rustemeyer leaves Dorothy 
Field the task of returning the silverware 
from the hotel in Washington, D. C, 
which accidentally got into his suite 



To Thomas Stone, Lawson Clark wills 
the right to choose a lady friend from 
next year's Freshmen class. Lawson has 
done it for four years now. 

Mary Dunn bequeaths her attractive 
smile to Doris Hayden. 

Fred Fairbanks leaves his sentimental 
ways to Roland King. 

Lastly, we leave to all the underclass- 
men our chances which we missed to 
"Seize the Opportunity." 

In testimony whereof we hereunto set 
our hand and seal, publish and declare 
the foregoing instrument to be our last 
will and testament. In the presence of 

the witnesses named below, this nine- 
teenth day of June, in the year of our 
Lord, 1933. 

[signedj The Class of 1933 

Signed, sealed, published and de- 
clared by said Class of 1933, of the 
Helen E. James School, and for their last 
will and testament in the presence of us, 
who in their presence and at their re- 
quest have hereto subscribed and named 
as witnesses 

John P. Morgan 
Adolf Hitler 
Lou Gehrig 

Tree Planting Song 

Time: "When I Carried Your Books 
Home from School." 

We've toiled together 

Throu' four long years, 
Now we are parting, 

School's quelled our fears 
But 'ere we leave vou, 

W. H. S. 
We want to have you 

Remember us yes. 


So we'll plant a tree 

In memr'y 'twill be 
Of the jolly, good class, 

Thirty three; 
And we'll sing this song 

As round us you throng 
To bid us farewell, 

Thirty three. 
And as it grows 

Up toward the sky, 
Remember us — 

Your friends gone by; 
As we plant this tree 

In memr'y 'twill be 
Of the good days 

We spent here with you. 

— Harriet Dodge 'jj 




1 ur years ag . here 

A -carch for higher learning. 
M re and more we learned each year 
And for >ome mure we're yearning. 

Bef re wre leave this friendly pla«_. 

ach to take his ch ay 

And battle on, through life's long race — 
I'll tell you something, it I may. 

Our President, George Judd, is hrst of" all 
He's led us through the work and fun 
This last short year — from duties small 
And duties great. His job was e'er well 

V c have one, Richard Burke 

Who takes the air, more ways than one. 
He'll never be his father's clerk — 
Vice-] •.-:dent Burke, so full of tun. 

Chancellor of th' Exchequer, now 
Dave Packard, with perpetual blush — 
W e wonder it" he made a vow 
Ne'er to be seen when in a rush. 

Our secretary's next, I - 

1 - lei M -her performs that tas 

. does it conscientiously 
So, what more can we ask: 

|uvy Black has held her place 
In basketball on the girls' team 
A -.d in the games has set a pace 
Which gets her "man" all out of steam. 

Lawson Clark is a business man 

to like the work 
He keeps as busy as he can 
And has never yet been seen to shirk. 

Demetriou's with us, too 

A druggist he would like to be 
But better by far, he would do 
\- a politician, it seems to me. 

Harrie* 1) will probably 1 
In four years time — a teacher. 
Whatc'er she now that she 

Will make svk hi reach her. 

ry Dunn likes many thi:_ 
thinks geology's the best. 
But Belchertown in her memory clings 
I) . wonder why? She'll tell the r 

Fred Fairbanks is a new one here 
But quickly entered our affairs 
School spirit he has shown all year 
He never seems to have dull cares. 

George Field is next in line. 
He has surely proved his worth 
On the court and on the nine 
He's always full of mirth. 

Catherine Grace seems intent 
• >:i caring tor the sick 
In giving comfort to the spent 
We know that she'd be quick. 

Madeline Holloway helped us much 
The tickets tor our plays to sell 
For minstrels, Spanish Moon and such 
No one could do the task so well. 

Gladys Irwin's pro merito 
In History she has shown her stuff 
In other studies too, I know- 
That tor anyone's enough. 

Louise Kellogg wants to don 
A spotless uniform of white 
And as soon's she puts it on 
She will keep her patients bright. 

Jean Merritt seems to take 
An interest in her Historv 

Perhaps some day she will make 
A historian — but that's a mystery. 

Ruth Merritt is in truth 
A member of pro merito 
So all that we can say to Ruth 
Is, " Keep up the good work, where e'er 
>u go." 

Magdalene Nietsche likes French Three 
< )r so it seems when we're in session 
French is all right, but it seems to me 
She might prefer some other lesson. 

Rowena Pittsinger 's pro merito too 

And to North Adams she would haste 
Whatever she decides to do 
Her time she will not waste. 

George Rustemeycr wants to fly 
And, perhaps, a trail to forge 
Around the globe in the bye and bye 
Well, "Here's to a happy landing, 



John Shaw is the kind of guy 
Who'll take a joke and give it back 
Some fear that he may sometime die 
From over study — that fear I lack. 

According to the well-known facts 
Helen Smiley fills the bags 
And candy sells between the acts 
To swell the funds when interest lags. 

Ruth Stanton came two years ago 
From Cummington to join our ranks 
For her presence here, you know 
Some town lads will give us thanks. 

Elmer Thaver says, " Don't Hurrv, 
But let the world go hurry tor you." 
Well, why not? Then no worry 
Can mar what you may try to do. 

Mari Wells, as you all know 

Was a star at basketball 

And kept her opponents on the go 

From starting 'til closing whistle's call. 

Now, that I think, completes the class 
And I shall stop and close this rhyme 
And sit me down — but wait, alas! 
Someone's left out, I'll bet a dime. 

'Twas not so bad as I had thought 
'Though he's a good friend to me 
Fred Goodhue is the guy — who ought 
To be a poet — as you can see! 

"Seize theOpportunity," the motto strong 
For six and twenty such as we 
We hope, through many years and long — 
You'll not forget our class — the class of 

— Frederick Goodhue 

Alumni Notes 


President Roger Warner 

Vice-President William Ryan 

Secretary Lula B. Smith 

Treasurer Olive R. McAvoy 

Lois Bisbee — working in Northampton 
Betty Wells — working in Hadley 
Neva Nash — at home 
Elizabeth Parker — at home 
Charles Damon — at home 


Marv Walsh 

Margaret Trainor 
Jane Kiely 
Robert Nash 
Anne Dunphy 
Mrs. R. A. Warner 
Edward Foster 

Robert Tetro 

Helen N. Wading 

Dorothy J. Tiley 

George Luce 


Walter Utley '28 Mass. State College 
Walter Kulash '29 Mass. State College 

CLASS OF 1932 

Philip Cook — Mass. State College 
Ruth Pittsinger — North Adams Teach- 
er's College 

Esther Lupien — Dickinson Hospital 
Edward Sheehan — Post Graduate course 

at W.H.S. 
Ruth Pomerov — Post Graduate course 

at W.H.S. 


Clary Snow '29 to Jean Johnston 
Laurence Coogan '27 to Anne Hogan 
Robert Mellen '21 to Ruth Hall 
Marion Graham '23 to Thomas Armstrong 
Hazel Hathaway '27 to William Culver 
Leroy Leonard '19 to Helen Kellogg 
Ralph Tilton '17 to Gladys Adams 


A son to Richard Bissell '26 

A daughter to Bartley Gordon '23 

A daughter to Lewis Black '23 

A daughter to Beatrice Miller Codworth 

A son to Gertrude Dobbs Day '25 
A son to Daisy Wait Powers '24 
A son to Richard Breckenridge '24 
A son to Wilfred Graves '21 


Class of 1934 

If you ask Marie Allaire what color 
she prefers, undoubtedly, she will tell 
you that it's " Red." 

Whv does Anna Baj prefer "Kelly" 
tires to any other kind: 

Carolyn Barr has left N. J. tor a more 
quiet place in the "Land ot Plenty." 

Robert Beach, is it the perfect 50 yetr 

Helen Cumm doesn't have to go to 
church because the "Church" comes to 

We wonder it Marjorie and Nancy 
still live on water and straws. 

It must cost Dorothy Field plenty for 
shoe leather, because she lives so far 
from the milk district. 

We all think that there will be one 
minister in the Junior class, as Deacon 
Field is always preaching to some one. 

Norman Graves enjoys making "hit 
and run" plays with his old Model T. 

Gertrude King is always after a 
reference book. Looking for technocracy ? 

Chester King has finally found Mar- 
(jorie)s in Skinnerville. 

We wonder it Gib Loud is keeping 
fit for his tight with John L. 

We wonder why Viola Mason is 
planning to enter the oratorical contest 
next year. 

What "Beach" does Edith Merritt 
admire? She'll convince you its Robert's. 

Louise Mosher has served us faith- 
fully at the piano in chorus all year. It's 
too bad George Mollison can't play the 

When will P. J. Murphy hit that 
mighty home run he's been pining for. 
His aim is to become a Walter Johnson. 

Why does Rita Riley appear fond of 
" Rusty" shades? 

Why is Barbara Roberge always going 
to Hathaway's Gulf Station? 

'Tony" Soltys is our "Jack in the 
Box." We have often closed the lid but 
he always pops up just the same. 

Tom Stone, the "Coma Kid of '34" 
is our one man track team. 

In Mildred Sylvester, we have a 
promising young basketball player. 

Virginia Warner likes her seat in 
English class because of the "Fields" 
on one side and the "Graves" on the 

Betty Webb's large brown eyes seem 
to dazzle all the boys but "Jerry." 



Class of 1935 

We would like to ask Mary F.llen Barr 
how the prize dances at the Gables arenow. 
She is interested in Kellog's Corn Flakes. 

Allen is apparently the quiet member 
among the boys. 

We wonder who the beautiful lady is 
whom Raymond serenades so often. 

"Oh Henry" is Mary Coogan's favor- 
ite sweet. And Howe! 

We advise Helen Demerski to start 
manufacturing chewing gum before she 
runs into bankruptcy buying it. 

Augusta's chief ambition is to become 
a Latin teacher. Success! 

Where does Annie Hathaway get all 
her tootsie rolls? 

We wonder why Doris Hayden is al- 
ways after the Senior boys. 

Why was Gertrude Heath glad that 
her seat was changed in English class? 

Arabella is a loyal supporter and mem- 
ber of the Williamsburg 4-H Club. 

Elmer likes to play with little engines. 

Why does Ruth Lloyd walk to school 
every morning? Is it because she enjoys 
seeing the sun's Ray(s) so early? 

What pleasure does Dorothy Metz get 
when she says, "O 'tis nothing to weave 
a webb"? 

"Micky" Molloy has high hopes of 
succeeding President Roosevelt. 

We wonder when Albert Mosher will 
get over his " Rusty" ideas. 

Bessie Muraski is still the quiet mem- 
ber of our class. 

Han's classmates are eagerly waiting 
his publication of "Alice in Goshen." 

Lena is training to become Bob Otis' 
private nurse. We wish her luck. 

Maude Osmore is deeply interested in 
just one natural "Forest." 

What makes Bob Otis think about 
tailspins and nose-dives in French class? 

We wonder when Bill Packard will 
awake to the fact that he's living. 

'Tat" Paul greatly admires Marmons. 

Isabel Roth has proven her ability 
and talent as a fancy dancer. 

How does Ed win his A's in the day- 
time and drive a "Dodge" at night? 

Evelyn runs up a big gasoline "Bill" 
when driving a " Packard" straight 8. 

We wonder why the "Fountain of 
Youth" appeals to Catherine Vining. 

Whom does Henry wait for on North 
Street every morning? 

Charles Warner recently has taken 
interest in Haydenville. 

Otis Webb is thinking of having a 
Metz truck for a fire engine in Goshen. 

We wonder if Eleanor Wheeler has 
made her Will(son) yet? 


Class of 1936 

become a grtat 
her recitations in 

Bernice Bickford is the quiet member 
of our class, who scarcely utters a word. 

Bissell has dreamed of becoming a 
major league pitcher. D'ya think he'll 
get there? 

Esther Clark will 
scientist judging from 
science class. 

Alice Dresser, we hear, is going into 
the peanut business. 

Yardic Golash will be long remembered 
for his recitation of "Johnny's Hist'ry 

Walter Golash's chief ambition is to 
become a jeweler and buy "Rubies," 
diamonds and pearls. 

We wonder if John Gould enjoys those 
parties with Henry Howe and others. 

We wonder why Jennie Gromelski 
doesn't like civics. 

We wonder why Henry Howe is so 
interested to be a station agent in the 
Haydenville depot. Is it the job only 
that you are interested in? 

When will Rowland King and Henry 
Howe let the others use the tennis 

Florence Lloyd is one of the wee ones 
of our class who surely knew how to 
impersonate Paul Revere one night. 

Anna Magdalenski had better be 
warned about school. She must prepare 
her lessons before and not after classes. 

Francis Packard, why have you a 
guilty conscience every time Miss Walsh 
looks at you? 

Pauline Packard would like to serve as 
"Jerry's" private secretary. 

Ruby Parker doesn't say much at 
school. What makes you so shy Rubv? 

Olive Richardson is one of our brun- 
ettes who hail from the "Land of Plenty." 

Ruth Sylvester, like her sister, will be 
one of Burgy's basketball sharpshooters. 

Bessie Taradana likes "Rock" gardens 
and studies human nature. 

Howard Willson's chief aim in life is 
to catch the sleeping sickness. 

Clifton Witt has just entered the gum 
chewing race with Packard. 





John Brent, a tall handsome iad ot 
nineteen, was just playing the last notes 
of "America" on his violin, when his 
sister burst into his room. John looked 
up and saw a girl whose race was pale, 
eyes red and swollen from crying, and 
whose whole body was trembling. 

"How can you stand here and idle 
your time away with that instrument?" 
she fairly screamed. "How dare you! 
When father has lost his position and is 
worrying himself sick over us. Dad has 
given you money for five years tor your 
music lessons and this is what you've 
done with them. Why can't you go out 
and look tor work. You expect me to 
stay here and do the work the maids 
used to do," she sobbed. 

" But, Peggy, let me explain." 

"Explain?" she burst in. 'You have 
explained before how you were going to 
do something with your violin. I might 
have been able to go with the other girls 
on that trip to Washington, which I had 
my heart set on. But, no, I suppose I'll 
always stay here doing the housework 
while you play away on that." 

With this, Peggy rushed out of the 
room and slammed the door behind her. 
John listened until her footsteps died 
away on the terrace below. Should he 
follow her? No, that would only make 
her more angry. John had never seen his 
sister act like this before. She had always 
been quite cheerful and happy, even 
when she had to give up school and come 
home to help out. 

It was during the time ot a great de- 
pression and Mr. Brent had lost his 
positbn in a large bank in New York. 
This forced them to give up their beauti- 
ful home and come to live in the poorer 
section of New York. Mrs. Brent had 
died two years before. 

Peggy walked blindly down streets and 
alleys, trying to think. All at once she 
was startled by a heavy step beside her. 
She looked up and saw a tall, heavy- 
bearded man standing before her, and 
she could smell liquor on his breath. 

"Hello, Baby, how are ya?" Then as 
she stood unable to move he put his arm 
around her. Terrified, Peggy jerked her- 
self from his grasp and fled in the oppo- 
site direction. It seemed as if she had 
run miles before she stopped. Then she 
realized that she did not know where she 
was. They had just recently moved to 
this part of New York and she was not 
familiar with it. If only her brother were 
there, he would take her home. Her big 
brother, to whom she had always told 
her troubles. Had she said those dreadful 
things to him? It all seemed like a dream 
now. Dear Jackie, perhaps she would 
never see him again. 

At last, tired out, she sat down on the 
back steps of a friendly little white house. 
All the lights were out, and no one would 
see her. After a few minutes she thought 
she heard the sound ot music. It was a 
violin playing some piece she had heard 
before. It rose and died, now growing 
softer and sweeter, until Peggy thought 
she had never heard anything so beauti- 
ful in all her life. Then she remembered. 
Oh, the very piece she loved, 'The 
Dove." The one her brother often 
played to her. How happy it made her 
feel as its friendly notes filled her lonely 
heart with joy. She hurried toward the 
sound and when she reached the front 
of the house she stood there amazed. 
Oh, how stupid, it was her own home. 

The music was still playing as she 
crept softly up the stairs. She remained, 
standing breathlessly before the closed 
door, drinking in the rich tones of the 
song she loved. As the last sounds died 
away, she flung open the door. When 
John saw his sister, he smiled. Peggy 
couldn't resist any longer and she ran to 
her brother and he put his free arm about 

"Oh, Jackie, I'm so sorry. How can 
vou ever forgive me? I guess I'm just 

"Never mind, Peg," he smiled, "I 
know how it is." 

Then his sister told him about her 



terrible experience and they laughed to- 
gether over her mistake. 

"And D trying to explain 

to you before," he said, "I have a sur- 
prise tor you." 

Pegg] blushed and smiled up at him. 

" What is it?" 

"Professor Healy, my violin instructor, 
has found me a position in Barnwell's 
orchestra. I received his letter this 
evening. Just imagine. Peg, in that big 
orchestra. It's just what I've always 
wanted to do." 

"I'm sure you'll be a success, Johnny. 
That song was beautiful. It made me 
feel so happy, I thought I'd never be so 
cruel to anyone again as long as I live 
— Marjorie Damon '34 


Jess and Jack, ten year old twins of 
the Morley family, who lived on a farm 
in Connecticut, lay down the book 
"Billy Da that they had just 

finished, joined hands, and ran down the 
familiar path to the friendly elm. Quickly 
they climbed the tree to the seat their 
father had made for thtm, and both 
started talking about the one thing in 
the world that they agreed on. 

' Ic-s, it you and I could only have 
such good times as Billy Davis had!" 

" I know, Jack, but we never have any 
such luck." 

[ess, I'll dare you to do what I'm 
thinking of doing," whispered Jack to his 
twin. "Do you know, I'm getting tired 
of home, doing, seeing, hearing the same 
things everyday. Jess, what do you say 
to putting a tew clothes and some candy 
in our new bags and going away to do 
the things Billy did?" 

"Oh Jack, what dandy ideas you do 
have! Sure I'll come. When do we 

"Right now. It's 'most three o'clock 
and m Jther and daddy aren't home. It 
only the hired man doesn't see us!" 

They were climbing down the tree as 
Jack was talking, and now they returned 
to the house again in the same manner 
as they had left it ten minutes before. 

In the meantime old Mr. Franklin, 
who was just entering the town in which 
the Morley's lived, was urging his team 
to go faster, as it was nearing nightfall, 

and he still had four long miles to go. 
Hearing a peculiar noise in the bushes a 
tew feet ahead ot him, he watched the 
spot closely, and when it was repeated 
shortly afterward, he jumped to the 
ground. What was his surprise to find 
two curlv headed boys lying on the 
ground, fast asleep, each clutching his 
little bag. Picking the boys up, one of 
whom. Jack, was snoring loudly, he 
placed them on the seat and climbed up 

The jolting of the wagon soon awoke 
Jess, who looked about him wonderingly. 
Finally realizing what must have hap- 
pened he nudged his twin, who looked 
around in astonishment. Jack, the bolder 
ot the two, questioned the driver. 

"Mr. Franklin, how — where did you 
find us?" 

"In the bushes, back about a half 
mile. What were you doing there, son?" 
asked Mr. Franklin. 

"Uh — well, Mr. Franklin, I was — er — 
that is, we were trying to be Billy 
Davis," stammered Jess. 

"He means that we were running 
away," Jack explained. 'You sec, we 
wanted to do big things like Billy Davis. 
He ran away, too, and worked in a 
circus, sold newspapers, and everything 
to earn money, and then he went to 
movies and parties, or anything he 

"Did Billy Davis go to sleep in the 
bushes, too?" questioned Mr. Franklin, 

"No, but we have walked about a 
hundred miles, I guess, and Jess was 
tired, so I stopped with him," explained 
Jack. "We'll go on, of course, as soon 
as it is light again." 

M st certainly not, young man," 
said Mr. Franklin. 'You are going home 
and sleep in your own beds tonight." 

" But — " Jack started to protest. 

" Never mind," said Jess. " The ground 
was awful hard, and I guess I'd like to 
sleep in my own bed anyway. Remem- 
ber, Billy Davis slept on the ground 
every night, and also his food wasn't 
very good." 

"Guess you're right," agreed Jack. 
"And talking of food — I'm hungry." 

"Well here you are, right at home," 
said Mr. Franklin. 



"How good it looks, doesn't it Jack?" 

" You bet, Jess. I guess home is the 

best place in the world, even if we do 

have to do the same things all the time." 

— Mildred Sylvester '34. 


As he stood on Brooklyn bridge watch- 
ing the boats below, his hands thrust 
into the pockets of his shabby coat, he 
presented a pitiful figure. Thin, white- 
faced, dressed in dirty, shabby clothes 
and worn shoes. Yet he was very young 
to be on his own. Eighteen years ago he 
had been born of well-to-do parents. But 
the family fortune went in bad invest- 
ments, his father had died broken hearted 
when his son, Jim, was twelve, and his 
mother followed five years later. And 
now here was Jim, halt starved and penni- 
less — no not penniless, he still had a 
nickle, begged that morning. 

He took out the coin and regarded it 
speculatively. The thought of throwing 
it into the river below and plunging after 
it, crossed his mind. He shuddered at 
the idea and scolded himself for being a 

Suddenly an idea struck him. He'd 
make one more try. He'd toss the coin 
and when it landed, which ever way the 
head pointed he'd go looking for work. 
So with a silent prayer he tossed the 
coin into the air. It landed on edge and 
rolled until it stopped in a crack with 
the head right side up. Jim stared at it, 
stooped to toss it again, when he straight- 
ened up and grinned. 

"I'll be doggoned," he said. "It looks 
like I'm going to be an aviator. . ." 

Ten years later, an enormous crowd 
was surging through the police cordons 
toward the little low-wing monoplane 
which had just landed. Cheering, they 
pushed the patrolmen away and rushed 
towards the first ship to circle the globe, 
on a non-stop flight. 

Meanwhile the pilot, a tall, tanned, 
good looking young man of twenty-eight 
was ushered by troopers from his Boeing 
Special into a waiting automobile. 

"Get me out of here," he yelled to the 
driver, "I don't like crowds, they are too 

As the car ploughed a way through the 
mob, preceded by motorcycle troopers, a 

shower of confetti and ticker tape was 

A reporter leaped to the running board 
of the car and addressed the young pilot. 
'To what do you owe your success 
in aviation?" he asked. 

'To this," the flyer said simply, 
drawing out a chain from under his shirt 
and showing the reporter something 
which was attached to the end. 

The reporter dropped off the car, 
puzzled. "A nickel," he said wonder- 

— Fred Goodhue y jj 


The moon shone bright on a little 
cabin, on the banks of the Mississippi. 
The trees bent their heads as if in 
slumber, and the birds were singing their 
notes of rest. Here was the home of a 
darky family. They were sitting beneath 
the trees singing and playing their 
banjos after the day's work was done. 

Off in the distance was heard the 
sounds of the river boat drifting down 
the stream. After the boat had disap- 
peared in the distance, there came a 
small raft gliding very quietly by, with 
two small figures on it. 

Old Tom had seen this raft but thought 
it was only young fishermen. The moon 
went down and it was growing late; 
when a large boat reached New Orleans 
the captain discovered that he had lost 
several of his utensils which he had on 
board the boat. There was a small 
stove, a trunk, food, and several small 
things of little importance. 

"Oh! Billy, I'm getting sleepy," said 
Jane. So Billy made a bed in the trunk 
in which Jane was to sleep until morning, 
while he stayed up and rowed. 

Jane cuddled in the huge trunk and 
slept peacefully until daybreak. When 
she awoke the raft was near the bank of 
the river, and Billy was nowhere to be 
found. Jane still tired after the long 
iourney, curled up in the trunk and went 
back to sleep again. Little Jane had 
sleeping sickness. 

Days passed by, when on a dark night, 
Billv ran away from the cruel family he 
was captured by and came back to find 
Jane. How dreary the woods seemed 
and all was still. Billv came to the old 



trunk and found little Jane still sleeping. 
Billy gasped, "Oh! what has happened 
to you? You're so white and thin." She 
did not answer. He tried to awaken her 
but she slept fast. Then Billy picked her 
up and held her in his arms, and she 
tossed her golden curls and opened her 
blue eyes. She whispered, "The dreams, 
Billy, were all about you." He kissed 
her pale white cheeks. Her eyes were 
closing again, so Billy laid her gently in 
the trunk and gave her a drink ot water. 
This was just what Jane needed, and 
then Billy carried the trunk and Jane 
into the bushes so if the man came back 
again he could not find them. Jane was 
coming slowly out of her sleep, while 
Billv was making some food tor her to 

It was Old Tom who happened to be 
wandering through these woods when he 
found the two small children, apparently 
lost. So he took Billy by the hand and 
carried Jane in his arms, out of the woods 
and up to his little cabin. Old Tom was 
very kind to Billy and Jane and wished 
to help them. 

Billy told him the whole story of how 
he and Jane were out playing and they 
saw an old trunk and stove and several 
other things on the bank ot the river 
near a raft. They took these things and 
started on their journey. They were only 
playing and didn't expect to go so far; 
but the current was so swift they could 
not go against it. 

Old Tom took Billy and Jane to a 
nearby city the next day and had them 
sent back to their homes. Tom was given 
a reward for finding the children and 
having them returned to their homes 

Years passed by and still the two 
children were the best of friends. They 
grew up together until they were old 
enough to go to college then Billy be- 
came a notid author and wrote a book 
about his trip down the river with little 
Jane and the months they passed to- 

Two years later Jane graduated from 
college and Billy and Jane were to be 
married in June. The wedding day came 
and they decid d to get married out-of- 
doors on the banks of the Mississippi. 
After the wedding they took a boar and 

sailed once again down the river dream- 
ing ot their childhood days and happy 

— Louise Kellogg y jj 

Richard Deering arrived in France in 
the early tall of 1917. For six months he 
had trained to do that which he dreaded 
to do — fight. He had been detailed to 
the most tamous American company in 
France, Company D, a company made 
up of heroes unlike himself. From the 
beginning he had been a coward. He 
had been afraid from the time when he 
was first called to serve. The first time 
the enemy opened fire, he had turned and 
fled. He had been arrested, court mar- 
tialed and condemned to be shot at 6:29 
the following morning. 

All that night before the fatal morning 
he sat in a corner of his prison, an old 
dugout, guarded by an officer. Now he 
knew his fate was inevitable. What 
would he give to be back at the front 
facing the enemy's fire with his com- 
rades! Once he asked the officer if there 
was any hope for him. The answer was, 

At six o'clock the next morning he 
realized he had but twenty-nine minutes 
in which to live. At 6:05 the enemy began 
sending over a heavy fire. The din was 
terrific. Suddenly a high powered shell 
struck Richard's dugout, hurling him to 
the ground. Halt stunned, he struggled 
to his feet. One glance at his guard 
showed him that he had been killed. He 
was tree! Free to go back to the front 
and redsem himself. Recklessly he dash- 
ed out over the tops of the trenches in 
the midst of a deadly fire. He had but 
one objective; that of finding Company 
D. Suddenly he saw it, fighting des- 
perately, but their ammunition was al- 
most gone. He must help those men or 
they would be annihilated. With a 
single bound he was beside a discarded 
machine gun and ammunition. His fear 
was gone now, and he was straining 
every nerve to save his company. In a 
minute he had the machine gun loaded 
and firing. Before his deadly fire man 
after man dropped to the ground, and 
with one last desperate effort Company 
D pushed back the enemy. Dripping 



with perspiration, Richard paused and 
looked at his watch. It was 6:29, the 
time appointed for his death. A stray 
bullet winged its way across no-man's 
land and he fell. 

Some time later Company D returned 
to look, tor the hero who had saved them. 
They found him, lying dead near the 
machine gun. Their captain turning the 
body over recognized Richard. Turning 
to his comrades he said with emotion, 
" Boys, he was a deserter, but he has 
shown himselt a hero, and he shall rest 
with our other heroic comrades 'Some- 
where in France." 

— Edzvin Russell 'jj 

Twelve year old Enid Barnes sat 
pensively gazing out of the window of a 
small villa in a town in northern Spain. 
Enid was a cripple and she lived all 
alone with her mother who was very 
poor. But in spite of all this, all her 
ways and habits seemed to spell culture, 
refinement, and sensitiveness. Her deli- 
cate features were handsome and per- 
fectly shaped; her hands, white and 
slender, and her figure one that would 
have thrilled the ancient Greek, sculptors. 
Her hair was golden, thick, and ex- 
tremely curly, while her eyes were large, 
deep blue, and soft, and seemed to reveal 
the secrets of her innermost soul. 

Her mother, a tall and handsome 
woman, was of Spanish descent, with 
wavy black hair and blue eyes. She had 
gone to America when about eighteen 
years of age with an aunt, and there she 
had met a young American, who was a 
famous pianist. About a month later 
they had been married. They had re- 
turned to Spain to live, but after a few 
years in Spain Mr. Barnes wished to re- 
turn to America, and when his wife re- 
fused to accompany him he became very 
angry and a few days later he disap- 
peared leaving his wife and beautiful 
baby, who was then seven years old, in 
the hands of fate. His wife learned later 
that he had set sail for America. In the 
few years that followed she began to 
love less and less her daughter who so 
strongly resembled her father. 

So it happened that on the day in 
question Enid sat by the window all 

alone, because her mother worked from 
dawn until dark to earn her living. The 
house was situated on a lonely street and 
people very seldom passed by. On this 
particular afternoon, however, as Enid 
sat near the window a well-dressed lady 
came walking down the street. As she 
passed she noticed the handsome child in 
the window gazing so listlessly into 
space, and she waved a cheerv greeting. 
By inquiring from the neighbors close 
by, she learned the history of the small 
child, and after thinking for some time 
she decided to visit the house. 

Therefore one evening Enid had a 
visitor. By careful inquiry Mrs. Merlin, 
for this proved to be the kind lady's name, 
drew from Enid's mother the story of her 
life. After Mrs. Barnes had finished she 
asked if anything had ever been done to 
cure Enid's illness and Mrs. Barnes ex- 
plained that because of lack of funds it 
had been impossible. Mrs. Merlin then 
inquired if she might take the child and 
try to have her cured. Mrs. Barnes after 
some consideration finally consented. 
Perhaps if she had loved her daughter 
more she might not have assented so 

The next day Enid was taken to Mrs. 
Merlin's house and for the next week she 
was outfitted with clothes fit for a queen 
for soon she was to sail for America. 
After her arrival in America she lived 
with Mrs. Merlin in a fashionable hotel 
in New York. Each morning she was 
taken to the hospital where she was given 
treatment. She gradually became better 
and after about two months was able to 
walk falteringly without aid. In the 
afternoon she went sightseeing. One 
afternoon Mrs. Merlin told Enid that 
they were going to a concert in the 
afternoon at which some famous musi- 
cians were to play. This delighted Enid 
as she was very fond of music. 

That afternoon they attended the 
concert. The last number on the pro- 
gram was a piano solo. As the pianist 
stepped onto the stage Enid caught her 
breath. She hastily looked at her pro- 
gram to ascertain his name and she 
nearly cried with joy when she found that 
his name was Donald Barnes. Could this 
man possibly be her father. He was the 
exact likeness of her with the same ex- 


pressive eyes and golden, curly hair. She 
spoke to Mrs. Merlin concerning her 
hopes and after the concert when they 
found that he was really her father what 
a happy reunion there was. Mrs. Merlin 
was fully repaid for helping the Barnes 
when she saw this reunion. Soon after 
Enid and her father returned to Spain 
to Mrs. Barnes. In later years Enid 
herself became a pianist taking lessons 
from her already noted father. 

— Evelyn Rustemeyer 


Years after the French Revolution, we 
were again at war with England in 
which war were fought many battles. 
W hen the war was over, there was no 
story that the people enjoyed telling 
more than the story of two little boys, 
Mike and Ike. 

Mike's father kept a lighthouse, and 
Ike was Mike's playmate. One day 
when the children were at play, they 
>aw an English ship coming into the 
harbor. Now Mike's father had gone 
across the bay, and the children were 
left alone. 

"What is that:" they cried, when 
they saw the ship. 

"It looks like an English ship," said 

"But what's it doing in our harbor:" 
cried Ike. 

" I fear it has come tor no good," 
Mike thought. Then the children ran up 
into the lighthouse to watch the ship 
"Yes," they both exclaimed at once, 
"It's an PLnglish ship coming straight 
into the bay." It had already begun its 
mischief, tor it had set fire to a little 
sloop that lay outside the harbor. 

"Oh, if I were a big man, wouldn't I 
fight?" cried Mike. 

"And I too," cried Ike. 

The little boys watched and watched. 
What could they dor If they could only 
warn the people of the village! But they 
could not, tor they had no boat. 

uldn't we scare the English away ? " 
they wondered. 

'There is a drum in the lighthouse," 
said Mike. 

'There is a fife too," cried Ike. "Let's 
go and get them." 

"I can beat the drum," said Mike. 
"And I can play the fife," said Ike. 

Then down the stairway the two 
children ran to find the drum and the 
fife. They would play them as hard and 
as loud as they could, and perhaps the 
English would think an army was coming. 
The children crept around behind the 
lighthouse and along through the bushes. 

" Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub-dub-dub ! " 

Squeakity-squeak ! Squeakity-squeak ! 

"Hark!" called the English captain. 

Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub-dub-dub ! 

Squeakity-squeak ! Squeakity-squeak ! 

'Troops!" said the soldiers. "But 

where are they?" Then they listened 

again. The music seemed to be coming 

nearer and nearer. 

'They are coming along this point," 
said the captain. The soldiers scrambled 
into their ship and pulled up the little 
boats. "The people have seen us. We 
will go away and try this port some 
other day," said the captain. They 
turned the ship and sailed out of the 

" I believe they were really frightened 
at our music," cried out Mike. 
'You bet they were," said Ike. 

Meantime the people in the village 
heard the music, too. What did it 
mean: Where did it come from? This 
puzzled the people ot the village. So as 
soon as the ship turned away the village 
people hurried over to the lighthouse. 
And what did they find there? Only 
two little boys! 

" Do you think we scared them away ? " 
cried out Mike and Ike. 

'There can be no doubt of it," the 
people said. 

From that time, as long as Mike and 
Ike lived, they were called Captain and 
Lieutenant, respectively. Sometimes 
they were called the "American Army 
of Two." 

— George A. Demetriou 'jj 

"Oh! pardon me!" John managed to 

gasp as he glanced into his room. 

A handsome girl in a house dress was 

scrubbing the linoleum floor. The room 

fairly sparkled in cleanliness. 

"Hello, Dutch. I didn't expect you 

so soon." She seemed familiar and she 



had used the nickname known to only a 

"I don't believe I remember you," 
John said politely, tor it was apparent 
that she knew him. 

"You wouldn't!" The girl seemed to 
be laughing at him. " But you promised 
at the Frat dance last month that you 
wouldn't forget me." 

"Mary!" It was half question, half 
shout. She nodded. "But what are you 
doing here?" 

"What's it look like? Cleaning up," 
she replied smiling. 

" But — I don't see — " 

"Oh, the girls started a clean-up 
campaign. We've done the girls' rooms 
and now we're doing the boys'." 

"I like the way you've changed it 
here. Thanks, any awful lot," John 
gazed appreciatively around the room. 

"I'm done! Thank goodness," Mary 
rose wearily. She turned toward the 
door, but hesitated as there came a 

"Oh! How do you do, sir!" It was 
the president of the college! 

"Very nice room," the president said 

"Thank you, sir." 

"Where's the chaperon?" Girls were 
not supposed to be in Frats without 

"Well — uh — the house mother was 
here, but she had to answer the bell." 
John stammered out. 

"Your name?" 

" John Van Leer, sir." 

"Yours?" to Mary. 

"Mary Bennett." 

"Well, good day, sorry I can't stop 

"Good day, sir," together. 

On his way out the president stopped 
and asked the housemother a few ques- 

"His adopted daughter is swell, isn't 
she?" said Dutch. "I've seen her once 
or twice in the distance." 

"Well, I'll be going," Mary said re- 
luctantly. "She is nice." 

" Say, Mary, go to the dance the 20th 
with me?" 

"Love to. So-long," Mary said hasti- 
ly. I've got to get over to work. Bye- 

About two weeks later John met Mary 
and told her he had received the scholar- 
ship he had applied for. 

" Good, does the invite for tomorrow 
night still hold?" 

"Of course, unless you break it." 

"I won't. See you later." She lert 
him with a smile. 

At the dance a fellow said to John, 
'You're the luckiest fellow hen!" 

"I'm lucky, alright — but why the 
luckiest, Hal?" 

"Sap — don't you know the president's 
daughter when you see her?" 

"Mary? Prexy's daughter? But why 
the name Bennett? 

"She didn't want to be pointed out as 
Prexy's daughter, so she used the name 
she had before he adopted her." 

The next dance John guided her 
through the side door to the rose gardens. 

'Yes, I got you the scholarship," she 
admitted to his questions. "Dad said 
there were five with the same chance of 
getting it, so he said he would give it to 
the one with the neatest room." 

'That's why you cleaned up mine? 
But you said " 

'That line about the girls cleaning up 
the Frats was just to keep you from 
asking too many questions. The house- 
mother knows me and dad has orders 
not to know me on campus." 

And there in the moonlight can vou 
blame him if he thanked her silentlv? 
— Edith M. Merritt 34 


What is here written concerning bas- 
ket ball can be applied to any sport with 
perhaps a few alterations. 

It is interesting to sit on the sidelines 
at any game if you have a knowledge of 
it. It is far more interesting to play the 

In basketball, as in other sports, there 
is much action and a good chance for 
each individual to show his ability and 
quick thinking in action. Basketball is 
especially good for aiding in the building 
and development of the body. It is a 
promoter of the general health and 
happiness, and that kind of a promoter 
that binds closely together "brawn and 
brain." On the floor we meet other 
young people, and see them as their real 


selves. For it is true that when one puts 
his heart and mind to his task, he forgets 
entirely all established rules ot conduct, 
and becomes truly an individual. 

There is no thrill quite like the one 
you get when you are one of those to 
put through a clever, quick, and well- 
executed play with a neat basket to 
finish it. 

I am sorry tor those w ho could not, 
and those who would not go out for 
basketball; consequently those who did 
not have the chance to experience the 
" thrill of the sport." 

— Ruth Merritt 'jj 


Although we are not all 4-H'ers we 
can all live up to their splendid ideals 
which are set forth in this pledge. 
" I pledge: 

Mv Head to Clearer Thinking, 
My Heart to Greater Loyalt\ , 
My Hands to Larger Service, 
My Health to Better Living for My 
Club, My Community, and My 
Think what that means to the million 
boys and girls all over the country who 
try to live up to that pledge every day 
in the year! Think what a volume ot 
will-power and character is contained in 
that pledge. Take those tour great points 
combined and you have the 4-H Club 
work. Take them separately and you 
have tour ot the foundations tor sterling 
character and better living, tor every 
high school student in America. 

Let us consider the first ot these four 
points: " I pledge my head to clearer 
thinking." Many men are unsuccessful 
because they do not think clearly or 
accurately. In business as elsewhere that 
is one fundamental tor it is the men who 
are good thinkers and who can produce 
lucid and original ideas that are success- 
ful and get along in lite. 

In the second ot these tour points, "I 
pledge my heart to greater loyalty," is 
found the greatest fundamental for 
friendship and character, tor surely no 
man is a true friend it he is disloyal. 
I . alty is a broad word that envelops 
country and self. No man, in any nor- 
mal times, who is not loyal to his friends 

should be trusted in high positions in 
times like these. 

Now we come to the third point which 
is: "I pledge my hands to larger ser- 
vice." Every community has its work- 
ers. Certainly the 4-H Service Club, 
which was organized tor 4-H members 
over fifteen years of age, is a great in- 
strument that will help to relieve the 
burdens ot the never tireless workers. 
This club's main idea is to promote 
community spirit and improve its con- 

Let us now consider the last but far 
from the least ot these tour great points, 
"I pledge my health to better living." 
Health is one of the things that is 
stressed very much in 4-H Club work. 
At the 4-H Club Congress in Chicago a 
contest is held to determine the healthi- 
est boy or girl in the Congress. It is 
found that most ot the healthiest boys 
and girls come from the farm and 
country towns and the high school boys 
and girls are no exceptions. 

By combining these principles we have 
the 4-H work clearly outlined. These 
points in the pledge ot every 4-H'er are 
what make up his lite and his work. 
Without question the 4-H'ers of today 
and the high school students with these 
characteristics, will be the leaders and 
helpers in all walks of lite tomorrow. 
— Charles L. I 'I "artier 'jj 


The night hung dark and still. 
F.verything seemed tense, expectant, 
waiting for something. The men in those 
front line trenches tightened their belts 
and stared into the sombre blackness. A 
youth, scarcely nineteen, gripped his 
rifle in a vice-like grip and waited . . . 
waited! God, would that whistle never 
blow. He bit his lip to keep from shout- 
ing. He'd stand it. He'd go through with 
it. Let them bring on their Germans. 
He didn't care. He was as brave as the 
rest of them. He'd been fighting now 
for nearly six months. He could stand 
another charge. He thought of his 
father and mother back in the States 
who were anxiously awaiting their son's 
return. He'd never see them again. 
What were wars fought for anyway? If 



those noted officials who caused all these 
horrors, were only forced to fight in 
them, they wouldn't be so anxious to 
declare war. Glory! Honor! Bosh! To 
his mind they were the ruin of mankind. 

A low whisper ran down the line. 
"Get ready to go over" was the whis- 
pered order. "All set, kid?" whispered 
a veteran. "Ready," murmured the 
youth as he clutched his gun. 

Suddenly a sharp, piercing whistle 
shattered the still, black darkness. Si- 
lent forms raised themselves from their 
trenches, and over the top. The charge 
was on! They glided swiftly and silently 
over the scarred land. How far would 
they advance before they were detected? 
Surely the Germans had heard the 
whistle. Why didn't they fire then? 
Anything was better than this awful 
suspence. The youth kept on with the 
rest, his face a mask, and his lips drawn 
in a tight line. Then a shout rang out 
from the German lines. The warning! 
Rat-a-tat-tat! A machine gun spoke. 
Boom! The artillery came into play. 
Flashes illuminated the darkness. "Stay 
with 'em kid," shouted the grizzled 
veteran, leaning towards him. The youth 
nodded and fired, reloaded, fired, and 
shoved his bayonet here and there at 
his adversaries. How long this went on 
he didn't know. Shrill cries, screams ot 
the wounded, the dying! Everything 
seemed like a horrible nightmare. . . . 

When he awoke he found himself in a 
soft bed, with white sheets drawn over 
him. Outside he could hear shouting and 
soldiers marching. A nurse came silently 
up to his bed. "What's all the shouting 
about?" he asked her in a taint voice. 
"Why the Armistice has been signed 
monsier," answered the nurse. 'The 
war is over." The youth sank joyfully 
back on his pillow. The war was over! 
He would go home and try to forget the 
nightmares he had gone through. He 
closed his eyes, and slept — a serene 

Outside the wind sighed and brushed 
his curtain back and forth. The birds 
sang. Peace had come! 


When I was a little girl, 
And grandma was alive, 
I used to go to visit her, 
Each year in every five. 

Grandma lived up on a hill, 
In a large old roomy house. 
It would seem just like a palace 
To a tiny little mouse. 

My grandma had snow white hair, 
She seemed just like a queen, 
1 loved to watch her dimpling smile, 
As on us all she'd beam. 

My grandpa was the king, 
So kind and big and free. 
At night he'd tell me stories, 
While I sat upon his knee. 

I remember the ginger cookies 
That were kept up on the shelf, 
And the great big rag dolly, 
Almost as big as myself. 

Each morning I'd get up early, 
And dress in my second best silk, 
To ride to town in the buggy, 
With grandpa to deliver milk. 

Each day I'd go to the woods, 
Behind the old red barn, 
And play among the pine trees, 
Away from any harm. 

Out in front of the palace 
Was an elm tree, large and tall; 
It's great outspreading branches 
Gave shade enough for all. 

But one day something happened, 
'Twas on Thanksgiving Day. 
An Angel came from Heaven, 
And took our queen away. 

And so the king in sadness 
Abandoned his palace of gold, 
And went to live with his children; 
The palace is quiet and cold. 

And now as I wander slowly- 
Through each familiar lane, 
I think how happy we'd be, 
If the queen came back again. 

— George Field 'jj 

-Marjorie Damon '34 




The moon was shining huge and bright, 
Displaying all in golden light. 
The waters rippled on their way, 
Continuing both night and day. 
The birds lay cuddled in their nests, 
Most living creatures were at rest. 
When lo, a shadow cast its shade 
I pon the shore or woodland glade, 
And moving timidly, it stopped, 
As it it had received a shock. 
Once more it cautiously began 
To saunter o'er the glistening sand. 
The moon was casting its bright beam 
Upon the shining silv'ry stream. 
It seemed to form a mirror bright 
Disturbed by naught but ripples light. 
But now an antlered head appeared, 
A head that was by many feared. 
The mirror broke when it bent low 
To lap the water, sure but slow. 
Then once again the mirror bright 
Appeared in moonbeam's silv'ry light. 
The figure sauntered slowly back, 
Retreating in its former track. 
Well knew the moon this creature's fate 
As joyfully it joined its mate. 

— Marie Allaire '34 


If everyone took Virgil, 

If boys did nothing sly, 

If Seniors turned pathetic, 

If they didn't make Freshmen cry? 

If girls ceased their chatter, 
If the Glee Club couldn't sing, 
If all pupils knew their lessons, 
If the fire alarm didn't ring? 

If Math went out of fashion, 
If hazers couldn't be caught, 
If folks didn't tattle on 'em, 
If teachers could be bought? 

If Caesar had died sooner, 
If debating was a flop, 
If dramatics were abolished 
If athletics had to stop? 

If everyone was perfect, 

If no one broke a rule, 

What would we do for gossip? 

Wouldn't this be a funny school? 

—Viola Mason '34 


A rippling brook or murmuring stream, 
A shady nook — a place to dream. 
Some singing birds that tell of spring 
No boys to make the still woods ring. 
What more could artist, poet wish 
Than be near here and watch the fish 
And tell the world of nature's glory 
By paint brush or by a story ? 

— Mildred Sylvester '34 


Crystal dewcirops clinging 

On cool spear-points or grass; 

Meadow larks a-singing 

Away up in the sky; 

Through my school-room window 

A cocky robin peeps; 

What a joy is living, 

When spring is here for keeps. 

— Carolyn Barr 34 


Four years I tramped that stairway, 
Four years of work and play, 

And now those years are ending 
And I'll be on my way. 

Where e're I may go from here, 
This memorv I'll always hold, 

And treasure it above all else 
Just as a miser's gold. 

I tried to study my lessons, 

Anci had a lot of fun, 
Now it's time to get a diploma, 

It seems I've just begun. 

Those walls of Burgy High, 
Hold friendships dear to me, 

And, as the time ciraws near to leave, 
I'm sure they'll always be. 

— Gladys Irwin '33 


As I stand at some homely task, 
A-weeding flow'rs or mowing grass, 
My thoughts take wing and fly on high 
O'er hill and dale, 'neath cloudless sky, 
Until at last they come to rest 
Where blue and green meet in the west. 
There on some lofty crag they light, 
On some far mountain's lonely height; 
And there remain 'til trivial things 
Recall them from their golden wings, 
Ami bid them warn me in my need 
To leave the flow'r and pull the weed. 

Harriet Dodge 33 



Somethin' set me thinkin' 
What a queer old world this is; 
How every man that's blinkin' 
Wishes other men's was his. 
How women vie together 
To see who'll dress the best, 
No matter what the weather 
Will wear their plumes with zest. 


How, just the same, the nations 
All agree to disagree, 
And make a man's creations 
Cause for fight on land and sea. 
So since then I've been thinkin' 
How much better off we'll be 
When every man that's blinkin' 
Minds his business, can't you see? 

— Harriet Dodge 'jj 

We Should Like to See 

The Seniors know their English. 

Ruth Stanton not bothering Dave Pack- 
ard during English class. 

Gilbert Loud in a black sweater. 

Bernice Bickford taking a "yodeling" 

The Barr girls at the Gables. 

Ed Murphy look guilty when he has 
created a disturbance. 

George Rustemeyer with the same girl 

Gladys Irwin without the morning news- 

Charles Warner on another sleighride. 

Mr. Poster enjoying a dance. 

Nancy Sheehan overcome her shyness. 

Mari Wells attend another husking bee. 

Robert Beach driving an Austin. 

Vardic Golash without his brilliant re- 
marks in science class. 

Doris Hayden without her flirtatious 
ways with the Senior boys. 

Judd not using "Ethyl" gas in his car. 

Richard Burke not eating oranges dur- 
ing English class. 

Elmer Thayer without his onions. 

The Seniors adjourn their class meetings 
before Mr. Tetro comes in. 

Barbara Roberge study Latin at night 
instead ot on the way to school. 

Gert King with a man. 

George Field without his witty remarks. 

Louise and Fred sitting elsewhere than 
on the Haydenville Church steps. 

Elmer answer a history question. 

Song Hits 

"Singing in the Bath-tub" 

Magdaline Nietsche 

'You'll Never Get to Heaven that Way" 

Dick Burke 

"Sweethearts Forever" 

Fred and Louise 
"I Can't Remember" Elmer Thayer 

"When I Am President" 

George Demetriou 

"Moon Song" Ed Sheehan 

" Bashful Baby " Mary Dunn 

"Betty Co-ed" Kay Grace 

"Have You Ever Been Lonely" 

Jean Merritt 
"I Just Must Have a Man" 

Alice Dresser 
"Take Me Up to the Gables" 

Mary Ellen Barr 

"Love 'em and Leave 'em" 

Dave Packard 



Debating Society 

President George Judd 

Vice-President LouiSE Kellogg 

Sec'y-Treasurer Rowena Pittsinger 

Executive Committee Ethel Mosher 

Richard Bi rke 
Mildred Sylvester 

The Williamsburg High School i <>.;-- 
[933 debating society held its first pre- 
liminary debate in May. The question 
tor debate was, Resolved, that the United 
States should recognize Soviet Russia. 
Chester King was chosen the best speaker 
and Judy Black second. The second de- 
bate was in September, the question 
was, Resolved, that military training in 
schools and colleges should be abolished. 
Nancy Sheehan won first place and 
Richard Burke second. The last pre- 
liminary debate was in October on the 
question of disarmament. This was won 
by Norman Graves with Viola Mason as 
second best. 

In December, YY.H.S. held its first 
interscholastic debate of the season 
against Greenfield. The question was, 
Resolved, that the several states should 
adopt legislation for compulsory unem- 
ployment insurance toward which the 
employer, the employed and the state 
should each contribute. YV.H.S. had the 
negative and won the debate. Our de- 
baters were George Judd, Ethel Mosher, 
and Chester King. 

In February we debated against 
Northampton High. The question was, 
Resolved, that water power should be 
owned and operated by public rather 
than private interests. Our team, con- 
sisting of Ethel Mosher, Norman Graves 
and George Judd, upheld the affirmative 
side of the question and won a unani- 
mous decision. 

In place of an interscholastic debate 
this spring we had a intramural prize 
speaking contest. Two interscholastic 
debates have already been scheduled for 
next vear. 




In "Spanish Moon" the interest of 
the audience was held untiringly from 
the time the curtain rose on the office 
scene, through much Spanish romancing, 
to the final scene of the beautiful Spanish 
garden. The added beauty of the 
Spanish costumes produced a marvelous 

Dorothy Morse in her role of leading 
lady gave the audience much enjoyment 
with her romantic ways and sweet sing- 
ing voice. 

George Rustemeyer's fine voice and 
costume certainly went well together, 
and of course he played the part of the 
romantic lover. 

Ethel Mosher and Bernard McAvoy 
also rendered much entertainment, not 
only with their excellent harmony, but 
also with their witty remarks. 

George Judd and David Packard play- 
ed their comic parts excellently, as 
janitor and office boy. 

Richard Burke proved himself a very 
adept actor in playing the part of an 
eccentric English poet. Jean Merritt, 
Neva Nash, and Mary Dunn gave ex- 
cellent exhibitions of their abilitv as 

stenographers, with much humor on their 
part. Lawson Clark, as an innkeeper, 
showed himself admirably in that pro- 
fession. George Field also showed much 
fire in the role of a Spanish bull-fighter. 
His senorita, Viola Mason exhibited her 
talent in dancing in a special number 
with her toreador. Elmer Thayer lent 
some of his talent in the role of a sleepy, 
tired, Spaniard. Catherine Grace showed 
that Spanish senoritas don't like Ameri- 
can advertisers, much. 

The success of this play was due to 
the efforts of Mrs. Cone, our pianist; 
Miss Dunphy, chairman; Mr. Copp, 
general director; and to Lloyd Penning- 
ton, who arranged the fine lighting 

«#» 4* <& 

"Minstrel Chuckles" was one of the 
most interesting and carefully arranged 
minstrel shows that has ever been given 
in Williamsburg. 

The lighting effects and beautiful cos- 
tumes made a very pretty color scheme. 

Dorothy Morse was our leading lady 
for the second time. Her sweet person- 



ality lending charm to her natural 
ability as an actress. 

Bernard McAvoy furnished us with 
his wit as an actor and also with his 
tine tenor voice as a ballad singer. 

Russell Clark entertained us again 
with his fine voice. 

Lawson Clark played the part of the 
"hardboiled innkeeper" very much to 
everyone's liking. 

Dick Burke surprised everyone with 
his jokes and appearance as a darkie. 

David Packard makes a real nice little 
girl, when dressed like one. 

Neva Nash, as the soubrette pleased 
everyone with her Chinese songs. 

Roy Leonard proved to us that being 
a detective isn't always easy. 

George Rustemeyer in his song "Here 
it is Monday and I've still got a dollar" 

shows that it doesn't always pay to let 
the girls know it. 

Robert Beach and Lloyd Pennington 
played the parts of Mr. Amateur Show 
and Mr. Tired Public very well. 

Charles Powers was very much at 
home in his place as interlocutor. 

The end men — Fred Cobb, Warren 
McAvoy, George Rustemeyer, Bob Tetro, 
Charles Watling and Lester Wells — 
showed their usual singing ability. With- 
out them our show would hardly have 
been a success. 

The success of this play was also due 
to the untiring efforts of Mr. Foster, the 
accompanist; Mr. Copp, our musical and 
stage director; to the members of the 
different committees, and to Miss Anne 
T. Dunphy, general chairman. 

Public Speaking Contest 

The third annual public speaking con- 
test was held April 7, 1933. The program 

Violin solo Leslie Packard 

The Present Crisis Lowell 

Jean Merritt 
What the Constitution Means Benton 

Viola Mason 
Vagabond's House! Blandin 

Juvy Black 
The Chariot Race Wallace 

Charles Warner 
The Tramp Musician Brooks 

Ruth Lloyd 
Selection — Hampshire Jr. Male Quartet 
One Notch the Highest Burritt 

Lawson Clark 

Paul Revere's Ride Longfellow 

Florence Lloyd 

Lincoln at Gettysburg Carr 

Edwin Russell 

Asleep at the Switch Hoey 

Arabelle Knox 

The judges — Mrs. J. P. Reed of Hop- 
kins Academy, Miss E. M. Mansfield of 
Deerfield High School and Dr. H. N. 
Loomis, principal of Smith School — 
rated the contestants as follows: 

First, Lawson Clark; second, Juvy 
Black; third, Viola Mason; fourth, a tie 
between Charles Warner and Edwin 

The contestants showed much en- 
thusiasm and appreciated the time and 
helpful suggestions given by the efficient 
coaches, Miss Walsh and Mrs. Warner. 
The evening was made more enjoyable 
by the musicians who gave their services. 

Washington Trip 


On Saturday morning, April 29, four- 
teen Seniors and one Junior, with Miss 
Dunphy as our chaperone, left Spring- 
field for Washington. We met Mr. 
Palmer in New York City. 

Our class was fortunate in having the 
ferry ride across the Hudson. Also we 
enjoyed the tour through Philadelphia. 
We reached Washington around 9 p.m. 

Sunday morning we visited the Fran- 
ciscan Monastery with its beautiful 
gardens. We also visited the National 



Shrine of the Immaculate Conception 
that morning. The afternoon was spent 
in a tour around the city, a visit to the 
Arlington Cemetery, the Lee Mansion, 
the tomb of the Unknown Soldier, and 
the Washington Hoover Airport. We 
returned to Washington by way of the 
new Lincoln Memorial Bridge, which 
spans the Potomac at a point near the 
Lincoln Memorial. The simplicity and 
grandeur of this Memorial impressed us 
a great deal. The cherry blossoms, 
which were not wholly gone by, were 
very pretty. We spent the evening in 
the Library of Congress. 

Monday morning we visited the Bureau 
of Printing and Kngraving, the Capitol, 
the White House, and the Pan American 
Building. In the afternoon we went to 
Mt. Vernon, going both ways by bus. 

On the way down we stopped at Christ's 
Church where Washington worshipped. 
The buildings at Mt. Vernon, as well as 
the spacious lawns which slope to the 
blue waters of the Potomac, were a 
beautiful sight. 

Tuesday morning we went up the 
Washington Monument, where we viewed 
all parts of the city from an elevation of 
550 feet. Afterwards we visited the two 
Smithsonian Buildings. In the afternoon 
we were free to do whatever we wanted to. 

Wednesday morning we left Washing- 
ton. We were sorry to leave this beauti- 
ful city, and yet glad to see our friends 
again, who met us at the Springfield 

We wish to thank the townspeople, 
faculty, students, and all others who 
helped to make this trip possible. 

New York Trip 


A party of thirty-four, seven of whom 
were Williamsburg Seniors, left Belcher- 
town, May 1st at 3.30 p.m. for New 
York. When we reached Providence we 
transferred to the steamer Richard Peck 
and sailed at 7. 40 p.m. while we were 
dining. Dancing on a tipsy boat was fun. 
We sailed down the Providence River 
into Narragansett Bay and into Long 
Island Sound. 

All night we listened to fog horns, 
waves and telegraph sounds. Very few 
of us did much sleeping. Tuesday morn- 
ing we were delayed by fog until nearly 
eleven o'clock and then we continued 
down the East River going under five 
famous bridges. 

That afternoon we had a comprehensive 
tour of upper New York visiting Fifth 
Avenue with its exclusive shops and 
millionaire's homes. We went up River- 
side Drive, passing the Cathedral of St. 
John the Divine, Columbia University, 
New York University, Cornell Medical 
Center, Washington Bridge, Henry Ford's 
new assembly plant on the Hudson River 
and Grant's Tomb which was very im- 
pressive with its low purple lights. 

Tuesday evening we went to the old 

Roxy. Wednesday morning the party 
made an attempt to go up the Chrysler 
Tower but we couldn't because of fog 
and rain. Some of us went to shows and 
others did a bit of independent sight 
seeing. Wednesday afternoon we went 
to the new Radio City. Wednesday 
evening the party went to the Holly- 
wood Restaurant and after this some of 
the party attended mid-night shows. 

Thursday morning we visited the 
Chrysler Tower and that afternoon we 
enjoyed a tour of down-town New York. 

As we sailed from New York harbor 
at 6.30 that evening we watched the city 
skyline fade. There was a beautiful 
sunset on the Sound and as the evening 
came on the moon rose, giving it all a 
very romantic atmosphere. W 7 e reached 
Providence at 5.30 a.m. After breakfast 
we left for Belchertown, arriving at 
about 12 o'clock, tired and happy. 

We wish to express our sincere appre- 
ciation to the townspeople and to the 
pupils and faculty of the Williamsburg 
High School for making possible this 
wonderful trip. We also appreciate the 
kindness of the Belchertown High School 
and their chaperones for taking us along 
with them. 

— Jean L. Merritt 'jj 

4 o 




Burgy was fortunate in having all 
but two veterans return. The season 
was fairly successful, with three victories 
and a number of close games. The game 
with Sanderson Academy was the closest, 
Ashfield being the victor by one point. 

Sixteen games were played with the 
following: Sanderson Academy, New 
Salem, Bernardston, Cummington, Hun- 
tington, Clarke School, Belchertown, 
Charlemont, and Smith School. 


Practice could not he started until 
later than usual because of the con- 
dition of our field. The schedule was 
therefore curtailed to but six games. 

Burgy has been unsuccessful as yet 
but in the game with Charlemont our 
team proved to be in tar better condi- 
tion than at any other time during the 
present season. 






Girl's Athletics 

The girls' basketball team had a fairly 
successful season. We won six games 
out ot the twelve that were played. 

We wish to express our appreciation 
to Mr. Foster, who gave his time for our 

The games were played with the fol- 
lowing schools: 

New Salem 






Smith School 

The 1 



Mildred Sylvester 


Mari Wells 


Edith Merritt 


Juvy Black 


lean Merritt 


Ruth Merritt 



Nancy Sheehan 

Evelyn Rustemever 

Barbara Roberge 

Marjorie Damon 

Ruth Sylvester 

Ruth Stanton 

Ruth Lloyd 

Bernice Bickford 

Maud Osmore 

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Day School Tuition 520.00 for four weeks 

Evening School Tuition 6.00 for four weeks 

Summer School Tuition 15.00 for six weeks 

Telephone 2186 

Mrs. Warner: What's the opposite 
word of patience? 

John Shaw: Impatience. 

Miss Walsh: Who gave you permission 
to talk? 

G. Judd: Borrowed it. 

Mr. Tetro: All girls free may go to 
Glee Club. 

All girls walked out followed by 
Micky Malloy! 

Mrs. Warner: Tell me about the 
farmer's grievances. 

G. Judd: Well, they had organizations 
and picnics, too. 

Mr. Tetro: What's the story of Romeo 
and Juliet? 

Demetriou: Weren't those the kids 
that were mothered by a wolf? 

Modern Education 

Oar mordern school systems put a lot of work upon growing eyes 
which puts a strain upon those with defective vision. Latent de- 
fects in the eyes of children should be carefully looked after. A 
little foresight now may keep them from wearing glasses later and 
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